Warning: Attempted rape.
This entire chapter is set in Mystique's teenage years.
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The Raven: The Beginning of the End
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The Raven
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if (her) soul in that would word (she) did outpour.
Nothing further then (she) uttered- not a feather then (she) fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow (she) will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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"Dammit Charlie, I told yah I don't wanna"
"C'mon Lenore, don't such a prick, I know you been wit eve'y other guy at dis school!"
Charlie slurred his words, clearly drunk.
"No Charlie I haven't, I'm not a slut, ok? And you've had way too much to drink. I wanna go home now."
"Why Lenore? We jist got he'e. Don wanna go home."
He took another swig of his almost empty can of Heinekens, then threw it in the back of the car, making a small mountain of empty drinks. He belched, then leaned in to kiss her.
"NO!"
Lenore shouted, blocking his kiss with her hand and turning her face away,
"Charlie! I said I don't wanna! You're being disgusting!"
"St -top bein' tho stubborn, you liked me when you said you go to dis dance wit me."
"That's cause I thought we'd actually be dancing, not stuck out in this ca- "
Charlie covered her lips with his hand and slurred loudly,
"SHADDUP! Your bein' thuch a bitch!"
His voice softened,
"All I want is a lil kiss Leenoore, dats all. I won't bite."
She hated the way he dragged out her name, slurring all the while. She briskly said,
"No, Charlie, I already told you, I wanna go home."
"I won't bite, Leenoore"
He ignored what she said, and leaned towards her, overpowering her weaker body. Lenore struggled, twisting in his grasp. She realized this was getting dangerous, and she punched him. He drew back, clutching his nose.
"YOU BITCH!"
He howled, and Lenore opened the car door and ran outside, deep into the park they had stopped at on their way to their prom. She tripped on her high heels, and she took them off without hesitation. She continued running, trying to get as far away from Charlie as possible. She heard him panting close behind her. Lenore was scared; Charlie was big and drunk, and she was small and weak. She didn't know what he would do if he caught her, she didn't want to know.
For the umpteenth time in her short life, she wished she was anyone but Lenore, anyone at all. She heard him close behind her, so close she could almost feel his disgustingly hot breath on her neck. He grabbed her by her stomach and shoved her roughly up against a tree in the park and whispered,
"You thought you get away from Charlie? C'mon Leenoore, why're yah runnin'? I know you're a slut."
She turned her head so that she would not have to look at his repulsive face. He grabbed her by her cheeks with his clammy hand and shouted
"YOU SLUT! WAT AM I NOT GOOD 'NOUGH FER YOU?"
He drew his hand back and slapped her, hard. Lenore's head jerked to the side, and her vision blurred. Then darkness began to settle in, but she jerked herself out of unconsciousness through sheer will power alone. She was too afraid of what would happen to her if she passed out.
Lenore tried to squirm her way out of Charlie's grasp, but he was prepared this time.
"Your not getting' 'way dis time Leenoore. . ."
He pushed himself up against her, and sloppily kissed her cheek. Lenore twisted in his grasp, and began to scream.
"C'mon Leenoore, stop screaming, you know you wan' it."
He put his hand over her mouth, to muffle her screaming. He whispered, breathing hotly on her face,
"Its not gonna hurt Leenoore, Charlies nice. . . "
Lenore wished with all that she was that she was anyone, anyone at all as long as it wasn't herself- and she felt herself changing. It was strange, different from anything she had ever felt before. It wasn't particularly painful or pleasurable; it felt like the way it feels when your feet fall asleep, only it was her whole body going numb. Lenore didn't realize what was happening, and she was mystified when she saw Charlie's jaw go slack and he dropped his arms. She didn't know what could bring about such a change.
He took a stumbling step back, his face terrified, his eyes never leaving hers. He turned and ran. Lenore didn't understand what had just happened. She looked down at herself, and screamed. She was Charlie. She fainted.
This entire chapter is set in Mystique's teenage years.
****
The Raven: The Beginning of the End
****
The Raven
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if (her) soul in that would word (she) did outpour.
Nothing further then (she) uttered- not a feather then (she) fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow (she) will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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"Dammit Charlie, I told yah I don't wanna"
"C'mon Lenore, don't such a prick, I know you been wit eve'y other guy at dis school!"
Charlie slurred his words, clearly drunk.
"No Charlie I haven't, I'm not a slut, ok? And you've had way too much to drink. I wanna go home now."
"Why Lenore? We jist got he'e. Don wanna go home."
He took another swig of his almost empty can of Heinekens, then threw it in the back of the car, making a small mountain of empty drinks. He belched, then leaned in to kiss her.
"NO!"
Lenore shouted, blocking his kiss with her hand and turning her face away,
"Charlie! I said I don't wanna! You're being disgusting!"
"St -top bein' tho stubborn, you liked me when you said you go to dis dance wit me."
"That's cause I thought we'd actually be dancing, not stuck out in this ca- "
Charlie covered her lips with his hand and slurred loudly,
"SHADDUP! Your bein' thuch a bitch!"
His voice softened,
"All I want is a lil kiss Leenoore, dats all. I won't bite."
She hated the way he dragged out her name, slurring all the while. She briskly said,
"No, Charlie, I already told you, I wanna go home."
"I won't bite, Leenoore"
He ignored what she said, and leaned towards her, overpowering her weaker body. Lenore struggled, twisting in his grasp. She realized this was getting dangerous, and she punched him. He drew back, clutching his nose.
"YOU BITCH!"
He howled, and Lenore opened the car door and ran outside, deep into the park they had stopped at on their way to their prom. She tripped on her high heels, and she took them off without hesitation. She continued running, trying to get as far away from Charlie as possible. She heard him panting close behind her. Lenore was scared; Charlie was big and drunk, and she was small and weak. She didn't know what he would do if he caught her, she didn't want to know.
For the umpteenth time in her short life, she wished she was anyone but Lenore, anyone at all. She heard him close behind her, so close she could almost feel his disgustingly hot breath on her neck. He grabbed her by her stomach and shoved her roughly up against a tree in the park and whispered,
"You thought you get away from Charlie? C'mon Leenoore, why're yah runnin'? I know you're a slut."
She turned her head so that she would not have to look at his repulsive face. He grabbed her by her cheeks with his clammy hand and shouted
"YOU SLUT! WAT AM I NOT GOOD 'NOUGH FER YOU?"
He drew his hand back and slapped her, hard. Lenore's head jerked to the side, and her vision blurred. Then darkness began to settle in, but she jerked herself out of unconsciousness through sheer will power alone. She was too afraid of what would happen to her if she passed out.
Lenore tried to squirm her way out of Charlie's grasp, but he was prepared this time.
"Your not getting' 'way dis time Leenoore. . ."
He pushed himself up against her, and sloppily kissed her cheek. Lenore twisted in his grasp, and began to scream.
"C'mon Leenoore, stop screaming, you know you wan' it."
He put his hand over her mouth, to muffle her screaming. He whispered, breathing hotly on her face,
"Its not gonna hurt Leenoore, Charlies nice. . . "
Lenore wished with all that she was that she was anyone, anyone at all as long as it wasn't herself- and she felt herself changing. It was strange, different from anything she had ever felt before. It wasn't particularly painful or pleasurable; it felt like the way it feels when your feet fall asleep, only it was her whole body going numb. Lenore didn't realize what was happening, and she was mystified when she saw Charlie's jaw go slack and he dropped his arms. She didn't know what could bring about such a change.
He took a stumbling step back, his face terrified, his eyes never leaving hers. He turned and ran. Lenore didn't understand what had just happened. She looked down at herself, and screamed. She was Charlie. She fainted.